Lowcountry Boughs of Holly (Liz Talbot Mystery, #10)

by Susan M. Boyer

“Mamma, exactly what do you mean by, ‘That sort of criminal?’” asked Merry. “The kind who kill people, Esmerelda.” Mamma gave Merry a weary look. “I’m afraid I have an aversion to murderers. I couldn’t care less about their demographics or philosophy. I’m equally opposed to all murderers.”